Bilbo has found the arkenstone and keept it in his hand for a while, wondering what power it might have and if it would be right of him to keep it.

"Should I just give it away? After all, It was I who found it, and that makes me it's rightful owner, doesn't it?", Bilbo says to himself with a quiet voice

He looks around and up towards the dwarves who are standing at the entrance of the great cave. "Filthy and with no shame!" he mutters when he sees one of them clear their throat in a grotesque way and then spit the reslut out on the ground. (A.C)

Even with his eyes closed he could sense any intruders trying to steal from his gold. He was an old dragon, Smaug, but he was still as unreliable as before. Maybe even more. "Filthy creatures try as they might, but the gold will not leave my mountain. I am Smaug, the one who once spread fear to all living. Should I eat you? No... I think I'll wait just a bit..." The dragon pretended to be fast asleep under the gold, waiting. Waiting for his grand entrance. (C.V.)

Gollum, lurking around in the cave, fearless of what may happen to him if he is discovered, is searching for the ring. The bearer of the ring, Bilbo, has no idea that Gollum has become his shadow, following him around wherever he goes. Watching Bilbo gives Gollum a crazier look in his eyes than usual, knowing that he is a few feet away from his precious. ”Soon you will be mine again..” he whispers with a husky voice. (K.Y.)

Bilbo hears a sudden whisper of what appears to be a familiar voice. "Could that be...? No. It couldn't possibly?"

Bilbo straightens himself out, petrified by the sudden ambush of the creature he stole the ring from. He climbs backwards to a safer point. "Where did it come from!? How did it know where I was!?", Bilbo is screaming as he is pointing his sword at the petrified Gollum.

"What do you want!? Why are you here!? " Bilbo manages to utter the words with an unexpected tone of courage in his voice. He then proceeds to walk around the terrified creature, wagging his little sword at his face, feeling some sort of power over the mean lookling little creature in front of him. (A.C)